KLRU
Biscuit, We Love You!
RECEIVED Wed., Aug. 24, 2005
Dear Editor,
As a jazz-lovin', bluegrass-pickin' musician in the late Seventies, I largely dismissed punk rock as something nonmusical. Then one night I saw the Big Boys play a party in Nacogdoches. It was great. I then understood that punk wasn't so much about tonality as it was an intense force field that tugged like a magnet. My only concrete memory of that night 25 years ago was in the middle of their set Biscuit busted into a poem about boat people. I thought to myself, “Now that was pretty artistic.”
Little did I know at the time that several years later my path would cross with Randy “Biscuit” Turner, as I happened into an opportunity to make some small noise in a band with him. How lucky I was for two years to watch Randy perform from just five feet away.
Contrary to some rather scary photographs of Randy, he was one of the nicest persons I have ever known. I am forever grateful for having been a part of his life. He was a gentle giant. My wife and I only saw Randy occasionally over the last 18 years, but we always looked forward to his silly Christmas cards. We will truly miss him.
Randy, if you can read this from the otherworld, we love you.
As a jazz-lovin', bluegrass-pickin' musician in the late Seventies, I largely dismissed punk rock as something nonmusical. Then one night I saw the Big Boys play a party in Nacogdoches. It was great. I then understood that punk wasn't so much about tonality as it was an intense force field that tugged like a magnet. My only concrete memory of that night 25 years ago was in the middle of their set Biscuit busted into a poem about boat people. I thought to myself, “Now that was pretty artistic.”
Little did I know at the time that several years later my path would cross with Randy “Biscuit” Turner, as I happened into an opportunity to make some small noise in a band with him. How lucky I was for two years to watch Randy perform from just five feet away.
Contrary to some rather scary photographs of Randy, he was one of the nicest persons I have ever known. I am forever grateful for having been a part of his life. He was a gentle giant. My wife and I only saw Randy occasionally over the last 18 years, but we always looked forward to his silly Christmas cards. We will truly miss him.
Randy, if you can read this from the otherworld, we love you.
Don Davis,
Cargo Cult
Martindale
Cargo Cult
Martindale
